Neyo:. My sexy love (so sexy). . She makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up (i do). With just one touch (thank you). . Candace:. I still get butterflies everytime he passes by.
Ya no. encuentro la manera de decírmelo. no encuentro una razón para pedírtelo. quisiera olvidarlo pero así soy yo. no soy el lado oscuro para este amor.
Don't give me your swing. I got mines an' that's the thing. Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?. Don't give me your swing. I got mine an' that's the thing.
Sparkly, lower lower lower lower. Got the bubbly pourin' through me. Got the bubbly pourin' through me. Sparkly bubbly pourin' through me. Got the bubbly pourin' through me, sparkly.
*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time ***. . [Chours 1: OFI]. Steady steppin like full sureno thug. Grey and blue. [6x]. . [Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac]. Califa Thugs.
*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time ***. . (CHORUS 1 OFI). Steady steppin like full sureno thug. Grey and blue. . (CHORUS Sancho and Silencer). Califa Thugs.
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs). We straight southsidin', lowridin'. 'Till the day we dyin', dyin'. We straight southsidin', lowridin'. 'Till the day we dyin', dyin'.
[Mr. Sancho]. Come with us and let's toast. Chillin in the west coast. Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego. Feelin the urge to choken, token, poten.
E locul in care n-ai curaj n-ai cum sa vrei. E posibil s-o dai, dar e probabil s-o iei. Ca atata smecherie in Las Vegas mai vezi. Si cum se schimba uni-n curve nici nu-ti vine sa crezi.
(All hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known). News flash, they just let my ass out the damn door. . You gonna make me spark somebody up. (Yo, you, you and you).
[intro: buddha monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep voice}]. (smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes). Now tell me, just let me get you now.
Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife. Hip hop music ruined my life. I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat. Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep.
I walk the earth quietly,. by day carry a net.. With no strings attached,. to a magic marionette.. . See there's so little time left. and yet there's so much space..
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn. I drop math in ya path and rock on. Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise. For you to try battlin me would be unwise.
i was raised on a dirt road. ghost town, stray dogs. whole nine, the gold mine closed down. i knew the woods like the back of my hand. and i would shoot the breeze.
Buck 65-Square 3. . [intro]. music to be murdered by. it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it. our record requires only the simplist of equipment.
Buck 65-Square 1. . (Some mumbling...). Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow. It was the echoing voices of the old ones. Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth.
I tell you there's some. Someone at the door. . Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt. Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints.
I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my fingers cross. I got 2 little sisters to think about. In the event that ghosts appears. I'm told I'm supposed to hear a signal when the coast is clear.
The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts.. All that's left now is victory laps,. and I have no intention of slowing the pace,. so unless you're a sucker you won't be showing your face..